Organ Donor Poem by Tim Cronin

Organ Donor



Your entails are disgusteen
Blue and green and every brown between
I'm told they're mine
But come to find
When I'm gone away
They simply turn off and stay
Which is why
When I die
(Omitting rejection)
You may enjoy your selection

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